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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
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Hermione looked about �her�
room.� It looked..
normal.� Late
afternoon was throwing orange light across the flagstones under the window.� The fire, seemingly lit in perpetua was crackling to itself.� Shelves of, as yet, virtually untouched books
lined the wall, weathered leather worn and inviting.�

Severus stood nonchalantly naked,
possibly the best thing of all.� �

�Shower� she suggested.�

The corner of his mouth turned upward and appeared faintly reminiscent of the
smirk she had seen on his face occasionally.�

�Of course.� The
Dark Lord instructed me to remain with you.�
I�m sure the requirement that I soap your breasts was implied.�� He stalked over to her and hungrily captured
her lips, his tongue thrusting unhesitatingly into her mouth, tasting her,
flickering against her own.�

She could taste herself very faintly on his kiss and was reminded of how quick
and hot that tongue had felt elsewhere on her body.��

He gripped her upper arm firmly
and dragged her forcibly into the bathroom as soon as he released her
lips.�

They showered.�

Severus did soap her tits, but did not stop there and before they were finished
she had dropped eagerly to her knees and sucked him to a shuddering climax,
leaving him weakly leaning against the wall of the shower.�

It hadn�t taken long at all.� Her touch
upon his body seemed to have a dramatic overwhelming effect upon him.�

He had stared down at her, his young
face wide-eyed, while her lips moved up and down his shaft,

his hand stroked her hair again as if he were petting a flighty animal, almost
disbelievingly.��

After they got out he cast drying
charms upon them both and reclined languidly, still naked, upon her bed,
watching while she dressed in plain black robes.� She plaited her hair behind her, expecting to
be in Severus� lab soon enough.�

When she was
sufficiently content with her appearance he unfolded himself and wrapped his
arms around her, then apparated them both to his own rooms.��

She looked about herself
curiously.� The professor�s rooms � oh it
felt strange to think of this boy that way.�

It was almost like meeting a new person.�
Though his movements were as silent and graceful as the professor and
his dark eyes were as shuttered, his voice the same dark gritty caramel, he was
so different this way.�

Impossible though it was it felt
like he had gained some kind of innocence back, in her eyes.��

He walked through the elegant if
ascetic library-cum-living room into what she supposed would be his
bedroom.�

The library/sitting room was
decorated in dark blue, cream and coppery tones with dark hardwood
bookcases.�� There was a cream sofa and
two chairs curled around a large fireplace.�

It was, she concluded, an extremely Ravenclaw room,
but also felt quite peaceful.� Restive.� Less brash than reds and golds and less
cold (or sinister) than greens and silvers.

Not at all what she would have expected professor Snape to select for his quarters.�

She wandered into the bedroom
after him.� The surprises continued in
here.� The bed and curtains as well as a
large oriental rug were decorated in cream and gold. It was not at all dark or
dismal.� The whole room was so
incongruent it was stunning.�

Gold!�

The professor was a closet Gryffindor?!�
There was not a shred of green or silver anywhere in these rooms!�

How peculiar.� He had been the most
vehemently Slytherin of all, it had always seemed.�

She wondered about his quarters at Hogwarts suddenly.� Were they also decorated in this manner?�

She turned to Severus, who was
buttoning his, obviously preferred, severe black robes.�

�Why do you dress like that?� she asked on a whim.� His black eyes flicked up to her in
surprise.�

He didnt say anything but she could just see thoughts
warring behind his eyes.� He looked away
from her.

A second later he had raised his wand and cast a glamour
and the slender young features blurred and were replaced by the hard, deeply
lined face of her professor.�

She frowned.� He scowled in reaction and raised an eyebrow.
�Do you prefer me as a young fool?� he asked softly.�

His voice seemed right coming from
this face.� She walked carefully to him
and raised her face, kissing his mouth gently.�
He did not respond.�

�I frowned because
you apparently didn�t not want to answer my question.� She murmured.

�This is the face I fell in love with, Severus, although I think you were
beautiful when you were younger too.�

His head dropped slightly and she
felt him brush his face against hers.� He
sighed.�

�I.. I will tell you another time.� There are things I must do now and I suspect
it will be a rather long conversation.�

Suffice to say � I dress this way at
present because it is how others are most familiar with seeing me and I
wish to avoid drawing attention to the glamour I have cast.��

She nodded.� �ok.�

Drawing back, she scrutinized his
lined face, raising her hands and running them over his skin.�

But of course he still felt smooth
and slender and youthful.�

She couldn�t explain why exactly that disappointed her.�

His mouth
quirked at her.� �Ah...� I see.�
It appears you actually prefer my scars and this weary lined face, Hermione.� Would you like me to continue to call you
Miss Granger too?�� She blushed and
looked away.�

�No!� And yes..
I suppose I really do prefer you the way I�ve always known you.� Or maybe I like you in a different way like
this, with the associations of the past - But I will get used to your younger
self.� It�s YOU and not your face that
attracts me.� Perhaps it is just that for
so long when you were �professor Snape� I dreamed about touching you and as
soon as I could do so everything became complicated and horrible and then you
were gone.. sort of.��

�Well you will learn to adapt� he
sighed. �The Dark Lord is..extremely unlikely.. to allow you to reverse the age regression you..he.. carried out.� I
estimate my current visible age to be quite close to the age I was when he
first seduced me into his service.�

I doubt he will deny himself the illusion of destroying the last remaining
vestiges of my innocence and decency anew.��

Hermione thought on this.. The idea wasn�t affecting her as she thought it really should.�
She should be appalled and feel protective.� Instead she found it faintly arousing.�

That was just obscene.. surely.� �

�It didnt
take long at all� Severus said quietly.�
�he was..is..powerfully magnetic.� Persuasive.� Captivating.. He was
substantially older than he appears at present when Lucius
brought me to him.�

I was ...shocked.. when you
altered him.� I had never seen him so
young, other than in your memory � He rarely transfigured or glamoured himself for me, it was unnecessary other than
when we were trialing a new potion to preserve his
transfigured appearance. When he did, he always selected his adult self.��

�He had me..utterly
devoted within only a couple of weeks.. perhaps I had
already fallen within a few days, to tell the truth..� It was impossible to resist when he realised
our magic was so compatible and started to actively use it to bend me to his
will.�

�I wanted to
..please him.��

�It wasn�t enough for me to submit
to him.. to beg or to
scream.� He required me to ..harm others upon command.��

Lucius had not shown me such extreme things at that
stage.� I was shocked and disgusted.� At myself.��

�When I began to enjoy it - he
laughed and took me into his bed.��

The professors
face was frighteningly blank.� He seemed
to be exercising great control because his voice sounded haunted.� She wanted to hold him but supposed that he
would not react well to that.� Instead she
slipped her small warm hand into his and held it.�

He blinked and his hand tightened on hers slightly.�

�Come.� There is work to do.� I am being foolish.�� He pulled his wand and apparated them without
warning. ��

She stumbled slightly at the unexpected squeeze and he caught her before she
could fall against the long bench-table at her side.�

Blinking rapidly she registered
the new environment.�

This was clearly Severus�
lab.� Blue domed wards covered the five cauldrons
on the bench which were all simmering with low flames beneath them.�

Four similar benches were ordered in rows down the length of the room.� One of them was empty.�

She was astounded.� Severus was working on twenty cauldrons at
once?� Was that even possible?� How did he keep them straight in his
head?� Her respect for her professor grew
to even greater heights.��

Not all the cauldrons were lit,
she noted.� However that didn�t mean
anything.� Not all potions required
heat.��

Each was covered by a protective field.�
Was he so worried about others ruining his brews here?

Severus had left her side and was
checking certain cauldrons.� She saw him
summon an ingredient in a black jar and add it to one, stirring then with a rod
of some type of wood.�

He withdrew the rod and recast the ward then cast some kind of scourgify on the rod and placed it by the side of the cauldron.�

She inspected the cauldron closest
to her.� Inside some thick pale blue
fluid released opalescent spiralling steam.�
Amortensia had steam quite similar to that but
at no stage in brewing was it ever pale blue.�

She wondered what all these potions were?� What did Severus work on?�

A faint memory that seemed like another lifetime surfaced.� Voldemort and Severus, Lucius
and Rodolphus sitting in Voldemort�s cold little
sitting room and the Dark Lord telling Severus to be sure to remove
..some project.. or something.��

She wondered vaguely whether
anything else might have been on the empty bench at the back of the room at any
point.

�What are these?� she called to Severus,
not really expecting an answer.�

The professor looked up
distractedly,� �The
potion you are looking at is a particular adaptation of a befuddlement draught
I created.� Keep back and do not inhale
the steam.� ��

She looked at it with greater
interest.� �What is the adaptation?� she
inquired.� He didn�t reply, preoccupied
with stirring but when he had finished with the cauldron he was working on he
looked up.

�The effect is no longer of a
constant level but can be varied by dosage.�
A charm cast can make it permanent, otherwise
it elapses in around 48 hours.��

She looked at the pretty blue
potion as if it had personally offended her.�
How horrible, she thought.�

She started to tell Severus exactly what she thought of his pretty �brain
damage� potion:�

�That is just..��

he interrupted her �Useful!�� It is very useful, Hermione.� Try to view it from a lower moral
pedestal.� I did create a potion to
counteract the effects of this particular formulation, due to the propensity for
heavy handedness among the Death Eaters.�
The antidote is, however, seldom requested. ��

He turned� and gestured at the empty bench with
his wand, levitating a cauldron from beneath it and summoning utensils.�

�Instead of questioning me on each
of these, no doubt to your mind rather questionable, brews � why don�t you
prove to me that you retain some small measure of knowledge from those tiresome
classes we both endured � Show me the advanced healing draught we covered last
year.� Ingredients are along that wall
and are clearly labelled.� Do not make me
regret my trust!��

She scowled at his back.� He almost certainly didn�t need a healing
draught made � there would be stocks of finished potions around here somewhere
or other -� and
if he did she had NO doubt that he
had far more effective draughts than that one which he would preferentially
use.� He was just getting her out of the
way so he could work in silence.�

Making this potion wouldn�t add to her knowledge and it wouldn�t be useful
either.�

�Fine!� she growled, making it abundantly obvious that it was not
fine at all but that she would comply.��
As she passed him she noted his darkly amused smirk.�

She thought to herself.. this
was almost a kind of punishment.� She�d
questioned his bloody befuddlement draught and now she was
having to do busywork.�

Perhaps if she had been less judgemental he might have let her do something
real.� Or at least watch him.� He might have explained what he was
doing.�

She felt a bit sorry for herself
now.� Stupid ethics!� Stupid stupid
moral compass.� It was a
potion.� It�s not as if he forced it down
anyone�s throat.� He just MADE it.�

Was it correct to punish gun manufacturers in the muggle world?� They didn�t pull the trigger.�

She wasn�t sure whether brewing poison was the same as selling guns.� Perhaps if you were selling
guns to the mob?� To people you
knew were going to use them to shoot people � mostly innocent people.�� It was a silly line of thought.�

She wanted to know what he was working on � now she couldn�t.� It was irrelevant whether it was morally
right or wrong at this particular moment.�
There was nothing she could do to prevent the Death Eaters from hurting
people.��

While she thought, she had
wandered over to the shelves of ingredients and was absently pulling out the
jars she would need.�

It would be best, she decided, if she just treated everything that happened in
this lab as a kind of academic exercise.�

Think about the potions for their own merit, not for the potential effects they
could have outside this room.�

She wanted to know what Severus worked on.�
He was brilliant. �What else had
he created here?!

Even the adapted befuddlement draught
was pretty clever, she realised.� The
standard befuddlement draughts rendered people essentially useless.� It was absorbable through the skin.� A drop or a gallon caused the same effect on
people.�

They could barely talk, they didn�t know who they were
or what they were doing.�

They would stand around like zombies unless someone moved them.� It lasted for about six hours. ��

Wouldnt it be more useful if
you could just make someone a tiny bit confused and suggestible.��

They�d be a bit passive, but capable of functioning.�� It was better than the imperius
� where you�d have to focus on them constantly and keep them in line of sight
to maintain the curse.��

She startled slightly. What the
hell was she thinking?!� Aargh.� Thinking of the imperius as merely another
tool.� True, she had used it once,
perhaps twice, but she felt very bad about it afterward.�

The unforgiveables were just that..Unforgiveable.

While she was thinking she had
been going about the preparation steps of the healing draught.�

It wasn�t a complicated potion.� She had
made it often over the last year for Harry and Ron and herself since the
ingredients were not difficult to come by and the preparation time short.� She barely noticed herself grinding the
beetle shells.�

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the breath against the back of
her neck.�

Severus was at the far end of the
room in her peripheral vision, attending to preparations for one of the cauldrons
on the bench where the befuddlement draught was.��

A hand curled around her waist and
came to rest on her abdomen, as goosebumps raced
painfully across her skin.�

She made to whirl around but the hand tightened, pressing her against a hard
body standing very close behind
her.�

�All better,
pet?�� a
familiar voice breathed into her ear.�

Her heart leapt and filled with an
unexpectedly overwhelming tender feeling.�
She smiled.� She wanted to speak
but his other hand reached forward and placed a finger over her lips.�

His lips brushed against her ear.� He
spoke so quietly that she could barely hear him.� �I am glad.�
I missed you pet.��

His hot wet tongue darted out and flicked over the shell of her ear.� She heard him sniff her faintly.

�You smell of Snape.� But still sweet..��

She looked up and suddenly noticed
the professor was no longer visible at the end of the room.�

�Step away!� his voice commanded from somewhere behind her, hard and impossibly
cold.�

Rodolphus finger slid across her lips, tickling, his
other hand stroking her as he withdrew it reluctantly and she felt him move
away.�

�Snape.� He acknowledged and she thought she could hear a wry grin on his face. �

Severus snorted angrily.� �You don�t learn, do
you, Lestrange?� he hissed.�

She quickly tossed the ground
beetle shells into her potion and turned to look at them both.� It wouldn�t do to waste the half finished
brew after all.� She would have fifteen
minutes before the next ingredient would be needed.��

Severus was standing, bristling
with anger, his wand a bare inch from Rodolphus
neck.�

�He didn�t hurt me� she threw in
unnecessarily. �Severus eyes flicked to
her furiously and then back to the vampire.�

�That is not the point� he returned.� �He
has been forbidden to touch you.� He
knows this.��

Rodolphus
spread his hands to emphasise their emptiness.�

�I was..overcome..by
her sweet scent, Snape.� Someone should
have seen to that by now, surely� he smirked.�

Severus top lip actually curled in
a snarl. �That is not your concern,
leech! �Was your last punishment
insufficient?

Unless you desire a permanent silver collar and chain, You
would do best to forget you ever met the girl.�

Rodolphus
eyes narrowed in enjoyment and his smile widened ferally.� �Oh I don�t think I�m in danger of doing
that.��

�She is part of me now, or didn�t she tell you?�
She offered herself to me and i drank of her.��

His grin split to show his teeth.

�..deeply�
he gravelled and there was an unmistakeably sexual note to it.

�She is more mine now than anyone else�s.�
The Dark Lord shouldn�t have thrown her away so hastily.��

Severus took a step back, his eyes
wider than she�d ever seen.� He looked
aghast.� His wand had faltered
slightly.�

�When?� How?� he
spluttered.�

She cringed.� Somehow it felt like she was invisible
here.� They were talking to each other,
neither of them acknowledging her presence.�

As if she had called him by name, Rodolphus turned to
her, his eyes were glittering dark blue, scanning her hungrily.� Severus eyes also turned to her in response
to Rodolphus movement but he looked wounded.� Shocked.� Betrayed.�

She felt slightly ashamed and lowered her own gaze to the ground.� �I..�

But Rodolphus interrupted her

�Soon after the Dark Lord threw her in the cell.� A couple of minutes after he announced to all
that she was available for..use.��

�The dungeons are mine, Snape.� I visited her before Lucius,
before.. you...� I would have
taken her out of the deep cells..

I would have protected her from you if she had not pled with me not to.� I should not have listened - should have
taken and hidden her.� You nearly broke her..�� the mans lips curled back, exposing his sharp elongated canines.��

Snape raised his wand, clearly
intending to cast upon Rodolphus but the vampire was
suddenly behind him, his own wand at his neck.�
�I dont think so, Severus� he hissed �Pass me your wand, handle first.� If I stupefy you, who knows what might happen without your
watchful eye.��

Hermione jolted, surprised and
even more worried at Rodolphus wand at Severus neck
than she had been at the reverse.� She
wanted them both just to stop.� This was
insane.� What was the big deal?� Whatever it was, couldn�t they all talk
without threats?�

She cared for both of them. This was
just terrible!��

Severus hesitated,
he looked at Hermione, his face a picture of misery.�� After a few seconds, he passed his wand over
his shoulder.�

�The Dark Lord is having her take the mark tonight, Rodolphus�
he said hollowly.�

�If you prevent it, he will do more than merely hurt you a little, you know
that.��

Hermione startled again, she had
forgotten about that.� �

Rodolphus
scowled, taking Severus wand and appeared to be thinking hard.� His eyes rested on her and there was a
weighty possessiveness warring with reluctant acceptance.�

His attention shifted abruptly back to Severus.�

�What are you hiding, Snape?� Have you disfigured yourself with an
exploding cauldron?� I can sense your
glamour.� �

Hermione straightened and wanted
to start forward to distract them both but Rodolphus
had already cast finite incantatum and Severus face
shimmered and melted to reveal the features of his youth.�

Now it was Rodolphus turn to step back aghast.�

�You finally succeeded in a youthening potion, then?��

Hermione tried to think agreeing
thoughts.� Yes..
it had been a potion.�
That�s right.� But her mind
disobediently paged back to earlier in bed, the Dark Lord curled against her
back, his mouth to her ear,� her hand
over Severus heart as his features actually shifted,
transforming him permanently into a youthful state.�

Rodolphus
stared at her incredulously.� �You,
pet?� You did this? How?�

She gasped and looked at Severus
helplessly.� He had reacted with
unexpected fear, hissing urgently �Stop, Lestrange!�� You don�t want to possess that
information.� You cannot be obliviated - he will kill you!�� He paused.�

�He may do so as it is, for tainting her��

Severus again looked at her with that sad hurt look.�

She felt defensive.� So she had turned to Rodolphus.� So?!�

Severus had just betrayed her and she was angry with Voldemort - and he had cast her off anyway.�

Rodolphus had never hurt her and he needed her. �

Besides which, he was in a
vengeful mood when he first came.�
Chances are that he might have hurt her if she had done whatever Severus
probably wanted her to have done.� She
refused to feel bad.�

�What do you mean.. tainted?�
she asked quietly.�

Both men looked at her
thoughtfully.� Rodolphus
had pocketed Severus wand and now he stepped around him and padded over to her,
his eyes glinted with dark intent and she lurched back defensively, off
balance.�

Severus sighed wearily.� �He has done what the Dark Lord wanted to
do.� He has bound you to him.� If he had forcibly taken your blood it would
not have been the case.� Willingly
offering it however, without any use of his charms, creates a bond between a vampire
and a human blood slave��

Rodolphus
swung around and snarled at him �or mate�

�..or mate!� Severus corrected hastily,
his slender hands raised.�

�He can sense your location.. your
physical state.� You will not be able to
harm him without experiencing some..effects.. yourself.�

...You may be more sensitive to his touch than others.�� Severus looked miserable again.�

�You will..
need him.� Keeping you apart from him for long periods
of time will cause you to sicken� �

He appeared to remember something.� �But
I am working on several potions which may help!�
The Dark Lord wishes me to cure vampirism.� Curing Rodolphus
would release you from the bond.� ..He
also wants me to distill out the �symptoms� he
considers..positive.. from those
he considers negative.� I�m..confident.. I
can fix this..given time!� �

She was still trying to absorb
this new information.� Severus was right
� the Dark Lord would kill him.� There was no way he would allow this.� She blinked and saw that Rodolphus
had rounded on the young Severus and was holding him by the throat.�

�I�m afraid I can�t let you do that, Sev, old pal.� He growled.� �She�s mine.�
You can�t have her. The Dark Lord isn�t going to take her away.�� He pulled his wand and pressed it to the
young boy�s temple.�

�Obliviate!� he cast without hesitation, followed by� �stupefy!��

He let Severus crumple to the floor uncaringly and turned back to Hermione.� She was already rushing forward to help Severus
and he stopped her mid dash, his arm wrapping around her, as implacable as an iron
bar.�

He swept her around and into his embrace.�

�He�s fine, pet.� Calm down.�
I didn�t hurt him. �What he
doesn�t know won�t hurt me.��

Hermione struggled
frantically.� She needed to check.. he had fallen pretty hard.� But Rodolphus was
immovable.�

He forced her to look at him, pulling her closer.�

�Did you miss me pet?�� he
asked, his voice a low growl.�

She stared, feeling uneasy
now.� �Yes� she whispered.� �I thought of you today, after I came back.. when.. ��

she petered out.� She had last thought of
Rodolphus when she had set the Dark Lord off by
suggesting she couldn�t let him hurt the ones she cared for.��

�when He was
threatening to harm people I care for.�� Rodolphus face broke into a lazy grin again.�

�Mmm.. so you still care for me. �� His hand stroked her back.� He leaned in and kissed her roughly then
pulled back, making a face.� �You taste of him too, pet.� ..And not only of his
lips.��

He pulled his wand and scourgified
her from head to toe, then leant in and sniffed her neck gingerly, humming in
approval.� She felt the tip of his hot
wet tongue trace a path up her carotid artery and she started to tremble.�

Trying to fight Rodolphus was like trying to push a
mountain over.� He just seemed impossibly
strong. �

She wasn�t sure she wanted to fight
him either.� It felt..good..
when he was close to her.�

That was probably what Severus had been talking about.� �

She wondered if anyone else came
down here.� How long would Severus� be out?� What if the Dark Lord came to check on
them?� The next thought was terrible in
its inevitability.� Rodolphus
was going to have to obliviate her after he had done
whatever he wanted to do.. otherwise
Voldemort would be able to see what happened in her mind.�

It was only due to the fact that he was so distracted by other events that he
hadn�t known about Rodolphus before. �Rodolphus was going
to make her forget all about him.� She
didn�t want him to, she suddenly realised.

She lifted her arms and wrapped
them around his neck.� He pulled her even
closer, nuzzling against her like some kind of placid tempered dangerous
animal.�

�I don�t.. have to.. do it� he murmured
against her skin, kissing her throat up to her ear and nipping at it with his
teeth.

�I could take you out of here..� You don�t need magic.� I could keep you safe..
Hide you.. ��

She felt him nip at her neck a little harder now and winced, his sharp tooth
snagged in her skin, scratching a shallow cut and a warm trickle slid down
toward her collar.�

He caught it on his tongue, growling softly and traced it back up to the cut,
lapping at it like a cat.

�Mine� he purred.�

She was torn.� Part of her wanted to agree..
wanted to run.�
She could be happy with Rodolphus.� Probably. ��

She would be a squib, but that might be ok.�
She could still work in potions.. or ancient runes or arithmancy.� History, astronomy,� something else that didn�t require any
casting.��

Maybe he could hide them.�

But her realistic side cut in to
that thought swiftly.� The Dark Lord was
at least partially restored and determined to have her. He was probably the
most powerful wizard in the world now that Dumbledore was gone,
if indeed he hadn�t been the most powerful even before that.� �

He would never give up.� Eventually he
would find them and then he would do something godawful
to Rodolphus and she would be powerless to stop it.

She sighed.�

The flow of blood from the small
cut had ceased and Rodolphus drew back to look at her
face.� He was so different to Severus and
the Dark Lord in appearance.� They were
both so pale and fine featured, They each looked like they�d make excellent
vampires.� Rodolphus
had brown wavy shoulder length hair and dark blue eyes.� He was rugged-looking.� Like someone who might enjoy hiking or
hunting.�� He was slightly pale.. and
perhaps his cheeks were a little drawn at the moment but he
looked...healthy.� Masculine.� Robust.��

�No.� She finally said.� �I don�t want him to hurt you.� You don�t understand.� It�s not about domination or war spoils or
even sex.�

He will never..ever..
stop trying to find us if you take me from here.� He will tear the world apart piece by piece
till he has me back and then I�ll have to watch him hurt you.�

I don�t want to forget but its the only way.� If what you�ve.. we�ve.. done is really so terrible
that he�d kill you for it � just take away the memories.� Keep it secret.��

Rodolphus
looked uncertain.� She could tell he was
thinking about taking her away anyway.�
Last time he had done as she wished, she had been hurt badly.�

Minutes stretched on and he seemed
to sway between different unwelcome ideas.�
She grew more and more worried.� Eventually
she leaned in a pressed a tentative kiss to his lips.� �Please?� she whispered.�

�Make me forget.� I don�t want you to
die!��

He seemed to reach a
decision.� �No.� You won�t forget.� It�s too dangerous if I can�t reach you. �No one will know what is wrong with you.��

�I�ll go to him and beg for my
life.��

�Perhaps he will let me live,
perhaps not. ��If I survive, he will have
to allow me to see you.��

She gaped..
no sound emerging from her lips.� finally she choked
out �but.. but he�ll..�
you can�t..��

He shushed her softly, �Don�t
worry, pet.� Everything will be
fine.��

A wicked look dawned on his
face.� �Of course..
just in case he does kill me � I�ll take my fill of
you now while I can�

He drew his wand and she felt the sickening press of apparition again.�

She opened her eyes and looked
around a room that was extremely unusual to say the least.�

There were no doors or windows.�

The room was round, with a domed stone ceiling that had been charmed to display
the night sky.� Stars twinkled down.�

It was warm.�

There was no furniture.� Rather a large
pile of dozens of cushions and pillows� lay off centre in the room.�

�Welcome to my chambers, pet.�� Make
yourself comfortable��
he stepped against her, throwing her off balance and then tossed
her into the mounded pillows. �She landed
softly, although her heart beat faster at the ease with which he had thrown
her.�

Before she could really catch her
breath he was upon her, straddling her thighs as he leaned over her, a feral
smile on his face.� He was unfastening
her robes and for a moment she felt panic rising up in her � that horrible
sense of powerlessness without her magic.�

Nobody knew where she was.� Severus if he
woke, probably wouldn�t even remember what had
happened.� This was bad! The Dark Lord
told him to stay with her every minute, not to let her out of his sight.� Not to fail!�

Severus would be upset when he realised she was gone.� He promised to protect her this time.�

The Dark Lord would probably punish him too.�

This was all her fault somehow.� She didn�t
know what she could have done but surely there had been something she could
have done.�

Rodolphus
was peeling back her robes and she felt uncomfortable.� ��

The vampire then knelt up and opened his own robes, taking them off and throwing
them aside carelessly. �

The starlit near dark painted his broad muscled chest in blue tones. �His leather pants were taut and he looked down
at them and then looked back up at her face.�

He chuckled darkly when she swallowed in her nervousness.� Rolling back fluidly onto his heels he stood,
still straddling her and unbuttoned his fly slowly.�

As he pushed the leathers down to mid thigh and his cock sprang free, she saw
it clearly for the first time.� He was uncircumsized and straight as a ruler, thick and long.�

His eyes glittered blackly in the
faint light, taking in her interest.� ��

With preternatural balance he finished
stripping, to stand nude, and then tossed the leathers and boots on top of his
robe and dropped to his knees over her.� His
cock rested heavily on her lower abdomen and pubic mound and she shivered
involuntarily.��

She looked up into his face,�
tight with hunger and desire and he leaned down, his large hands
sweeping over her breasts in the black lace bra.� He carefully ripped the straps as if they
were tissue paper and then reached beneath her to unhook the bra entirely,
tossing it to the side and feasting his eyes on her.�

His gaze wandered down to the black lace panties she wore and he ever so gently
tore down the sides, transforming it into a simple black piece of lace and
removing it from her.�

His hands glided over her skin and
the feeling was wonderful.� It went
beyond warm or arousing or familiar and ventured into the area of �right� or
�home�.�

She felt..good.�
She wanted him to go on touching her forever.��

Rodolphus
leaned down and laid himself upon her, covering as much of her body with his
skin as he could.� It was bliss.�

She sighed in pleasure.� It was like.. relief.�

Like the ceasing of a faint pain she hadn�t even registered had existed.�

�You are mine, pet� he growled
tenderly.� She agreed.�

�Yes.� Yours� she whispered.��

Somewhere in the back of her mind a faint protest registered.� She wasn�t his.� She belonged to Voldemort.�

Even more distantly.. a
tiny.. barely existent voice squeaked that she didn�t
belong to anyone. She was her own person.��

Rodolphus
ground his cock against her and the pressure on her pubic mound was
delicious.� His arms were wrapping around
her, underneath her and then without warning he somehow turned them and she
found herself laying atop his chest.�

He peeled the unfastened robe off her shoulders and tossed it aside.�

She looked down at him.� So strong and yet always so
careful with her.� He never hurt
her. �

�Perhaps someday� he purred in a
low gravelly voice.�

She frowned slightly,
confused.� �You want to hurt me?��

�Mmm.. you would be beautiful covered in my marks.�� Perhaps one day you will want them too��

He arched up and caught her lips, she followed him
back down and kissed him passionately, eagerly.�

It was even better than his skin against hers.�
It was like breathing in after being underwater for a long time.�

After kissing him frantically for a few minutes, during which time she found she
could not prevent herself from grinding her pelvis against him, clinging to him
ever more tightly, she drew back slightly, panting.�

�I need..
more..� what have you done?� I
feel feverish.��

He sniggered softly. �The blood
bond is calling you to satisfy me. �You
will feel no relief until I am sated.��

On one level this seemed
terrible.� She was literally a slave to his lust.� Severus was right.� There had to be a way to cure this.� On another level her body just accepted this
new information and determined the best way to relieve its aching need was to
please Rodolphus.�

Her hand slid between them down and down till she could grip his cock and slide
her hand up and down.�

He growled softly and pulled her head down, thrusting his tongue back into her mouth.� �She
whimpered needily and felt him grin.�

His hands slid down her body till
they reached her waist and then, without warning he lifted her, as if she were
filled with helium and turned her, till her head was down at hip level and her
legs resting either side of his head.�

Immediately, and embarrassingly, she rocked her hips against him.� She was mortified at his faint snigger and
then he pulled her tighter against his face and started to lick her.�

She heard herself moan loudly but it was beyond her to maintain any sort of
control over her body at this point.�

He drew back and it was like a physical pain.�
She cried out in need.�

He bucked his hips up at her once, suggestively.�

�You know what I want, pet.� Please me or I�ll leave you like this.�� Unhesitatingly she wrapped her small hands
around him, lifting his shaft up and plunging it into her mouth, she was beyond
being delicate or teasing, blind need had animated her body now and although her
movements were primitive and unrefined she took him as deeply as she could for
as long as she could and sucked until her mouth and throat hurt.�

Soon enough he was thrusting
lightly up into her mouth and then, oh glory oh wonder,
he started to lick her again.�

She moaned against his cock in her throat and he bucked up at her.�

They moved together, both panting
and releasing the sounds of their pleasure without inhibition..
their movements increasingly abandoned until finally,
nearing the peak of her own wild pleasure, Hermione felt that tightening and
flowing sensation against her palms and dimly registered that Rodolphus was coming.�

She swallowed and swallowed to not choke.�

He tasted sweet..
completely unlike the Dark Lord or Severus.� It was almost like the taste of honey.�

She pulled back and took it on her tongue, savouring the taste. �Just as she did so he did something to her and
she felt herself forcibly rocketed into her own climax.� It was beyond pleasure.� It was almost like what the Dark Lord had
done with his parseltongue but it had a different quality.�

That had been like being thrown into an abyss of sensation, blinding her and
shutting off her senses to anything but the feeling.�

This was like being steered at high speed through deep currents of bliss, blind
but not alone.. as if Rodolphus himself were holding her and flying her farther
into the mindless selfless sensation.�

From far away she felt a sharp yet
somehow not entirely unexpected pain and realised he had bitten her somewhere
quite sensitive.� The pain only sharpened
the pleasure though and she gave herself over to it utterly.� It was a strange sensation..
and Rodolphus was licking at
her.� Sometimes licking at the inside of
her thigh, then moving back to her pussy, alternating and sucking, slurping and
growling in audible satisfaction.�

Her climax waned and she felt very
tired now.� She might just have a little
sleep while he finished.�

She laid her head upon his hip, his softening cock resting against her lips.
There was a strange but pervasive feeling that everything was right with the
world.� She felt good. Safe.� Warm.� Desired.� Needed.�

She rested her arms against his thighs and let herself drift off.�

Hermione woke to the unpleasant
sensation of an enervate and grimaced at it.�
Peering upward, She found a fully dressed Rodolphus was holding some kind of potion out to her
insistently.�

�Drink, pet.� I took too much� he hushed at her.�

She frowned, trying to remember
what had happened and accepted the potion, knocking the bitter iron tasting blood
replenishing potion back like a shot of firewhisky.�

Immediately her head began to clear somewhat and she felt a lot better.��

She noticed now that she was
clothed and that she was in the potions lab.�
Severus was still lying on the floor.�

It seemed people didn�t wander into the potions lab often after all.

�I warded it� Rodolphus
said quietly.� Someone tried to breach it
but the ward held.�

I will revive Snape now and then I will throw myself upon the...mercy.. of the Dark Lord.��

Hermione swallowed and threw her
arms around Rodolphus, trying to pull him to her, but
effectively only pulling herself to him.�
�There must be another way.� Maybe if you run?��

He snorted at her sceptically � �Have you forgotten the need you felt not so
long ago.� Do you want to be left in that
state indefinitely?� Fed potions for
conditions you do not have until you die?�

If I go to the Dark Lord, at the very least you will be freed by my death.��

�At best-...�� he paused, his eyes dancing over her
face appreciatively.� �-I will take
whatever he chooses to punish me with if he lets us relieve our pain when we
are in need.�

I plan to be in need very frequently pet.��
He grinned indomitably.�

She tried not to give in to the
nauseous kicked-in-the-stomach feeling of worry.� The Dark Lord had nearly killed Rodolphus simply because she had found him desirable.� This was not a good idea.� She couldn�t even imagine what he might do
now.� Perhaps Severus was right and he
would simply kill him.�

Rodolphus
stepped away and straightened his robes then cast enervate on Severus.��

Severus did not stir at all.�

Rodolphus
stepped forward and kicked him lightly, nudging him with the toe of his boot. �playing possum Severus?��

The next second a red flash
emerged and Rodolphus dropped to the floor
heavily.�

The younger Severus unfolded himself cautiously, a black expression on his face
and inspected the felled man.�

He cast another brownish flared
spell silently that Hermione didnt recognise.� She had a very bad feeling in the pit of her
stomach.� This was not good. �

Severus summoned Rodolphus wand and pocketed it, then summoned his own wand
from Rodolphus� pocket and held then a wand in each
hand.�

He cast a strange variant of incarcerous on the vampire and waited for a few
moments, watching the man like a hawk till he jerked faintly.�

Immediately Severus cast another, much brighter red coloured spell and the
twitch stopped.�

Only then did he turn to look at Hermione.�

His shuttered gaze and blank
expression betrayed nothing.� Hermione
was unsure how much he remembered.�

She looked down at Rodolphus briefly and then sighed,
returning her eyes to Severus.�

�I need to see the Dark Lord.� Now.� she said reluctantly.�

Severus blinked at her.� �No.�
First you will tell me what happened here.� Do not leave anything out.� I will dose you if I believe you are
lying.� You will not want to participate
in an initiation ceremony under a lingering veritaserum influence.� Trust me.��

She bit her lip and nodded.�� What do you remember?��

He shook his head.� �Start from the time we apparated into the
lab. She thought for a moment and then began.�

�I asked you about the adapted befuddlement draught and you got irritated with
me and made me brew a boring useless sixth year healing draught.��

He smirked at her.

Yes � clearly it had been meant as a
punishment after all. �She frowned mildly
and continued.�

�Rodolphus
surprised me.� He suddenly put his arms
around me from behind. �You ordered him
off me at wandpoint and then you both had an
argument.�� During the argument he
discovered your glamour and saw your face.�

He is still aware of your change and he knows that I had something to do with
it but you warned him off asking further about it and he hasn�t asked me about
it since.��

�Also..� �

she
hesitated and tried to think how to phrase it.�
Severus saw her squirming and his face tightened.�

�Speak� he commanded.�

�also.. um.� He mentioned to
you that I let him bite me after the Dark Lord threw me in the dungeons.� Uh.. before Lucius came.� Rodolphus wanted to.. um.. rescue
me.. sort of..� hide me somewhere so I�d be safe and I kind of made him put
me back in the cell cause I thought the Dark Lord would come for me.

But he.. didnt..
and��

Severus raised his hand �stop� and
made a twirling motion with one finger.�
�Go back to the point where you said you let him bite you�

She looked away uneasily.� �Uh.. yes.� Right.�

Well � I didn�t know what it meant.�

I only found out just before he obliviated and
stupefied you.� I�m sorry.�

When he came to me it was dark and he had a knife and he looked...so... terrible..after what the Dark Lord and Lucius did to him and I felt so bad cause it was my fault
and then it seemed like he would just attack me anyway so... so...

I didn�t want him to hurt me and I asked him if he�d make it nice.. and.. and he did.�

- Did make it nice I mean.�

He was very gentle and when he asked I said yes.�� ...I
didn�t know!!� I�m sorry!!� ��

Severus crumpled somewhat and ran
his hand down his face in the universal gesture of exasperation.��

�And you didn�t think it necessary to mention this?��

She startled � �It was a long
while ago.� Before everything..happened and today has been rather busy, don�t you
think?� Should I have mentioned it to Him when he was in absolute control of
my mind, body and magic? �Or would it
have been better to toss it out there while he was sleeping with you?��

�I didnt
know it was so important.� We didn�t
sleep together, obviously.� I didn�t
think it was the end of the world.�

Lucius did
more to me than Rodolphus and you were fully aware of
that and didn�t seem to care.�

And after he was punished last time.. I didn�t want
him to be hurt again!��

Severus sneered faintly.� �Well you are going to be disappointed,
Hermione.� I can�t begin to imagine what the
Dark Lord is going to do about this.�
Perhaps he will be merciful and simply kill him��

Hermione leapt toward him.� �NO!!�
Please.. you have to
take me to Him.� I need to.. I don�t know.. I have to do
something.� I don�t know what I can do.. there must be something though!� Please Severus!� Please!! �Help me!��

His expression was hard and he
seemed even more annoyed at her pleas.�
He tilted his head back and appeared to inspect the ceiling with an
extraordinarily irritated expression on his face.�� When he dropped it again he nodded.�

�Fine.� We will speak with the Dark Lord and give him
the happy news.� I�m sure that he will be
overjoyed.�

Your initiation, which is in..one hour,
now... will almost certainly be something to be hereafter whispered of in
fearful tones as a warning to others.�

What you experienced with Lucius?� Nothing!�
And you will endure it silently!�

You will take the punishment with acceptance and as much dignity as you can
manage and when it is over, you will thank
the Dark Lord for offering you the chance to serve him.��

�He will require you to hurt or, even
more likely now, kill others as a
show of your commitment, and you will do
so!�

- Without complaint or hesitation.��

�You will do whatever he
requires of you tonight.� Should he
command you to service the combined ranks of the Death Eaters you will do as he
says.� Do you understand?��

Hermione found herself shaking
again.� She hadn�t realised clearly what
the initiation would consist of and now it would be worse he seemed to say.�

Maybe she should uh.. wait
until tomorrow to tell the Dark Lord.� Or
ask Severus to obliviate her or something.� Or run away.�
Or..

�I can see you are rethinking your
decision.� Unfortunately it is too late
for that.� The only thing you can do at this stage is to beg the Dark
Lord for mercy.��

�If I were you, I would worry less
about the vampire and more about your own fate.�
He will be very..disappointed.. in you.�

I believe you think you have seen him
disappointed before.�

You have not.� You have experienced only
his affectionate reproof.� A tiny crucio.� A banishing to the cells.� He has never shown you anger before.��

If you do not go to him now and prostrate yourself before him � if he finds out
from the vampire..or if he realises you intentionally
deceived him in order to avoid a worse punishment at the initiation � just
thinking about it makes my nerves twinge.�

Whatever will be done to you tonight will be pale and gentle in comparison with
his fury if he learns of this tomorrow.� ��

Severus tossed his left arm and
exposed his dark mark then pressed the wand in his non dominant right hand to
it briefly.�

�Prepare yourself.� He will be here momentarily� he said quietly,
glowering at her.�

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